Police officer Chen Shu.

Early morning, Jiefang Street, roadside below Chanyun Shopping Mall.

As dawn broke in the east, the streets were quiet and deserted. Chen Shu stood on the pedestrian crossing by the roadside, the early morning sunlight slowly lengthening his shadow.

With his sharp, penetrating gaze and imposing, unwavering presence, no one would doubt the spirit and strength he embodies.

The Volkswagen Golf parked to the side, though small in size, boasts sharp lines and four large exhaust pipes at the rear, all showcasing its inherent power, waiting for the right moment to unleash its indomitable roar.

People and vehicles stand separately, but the aura they both exude—serene as a virgin and swift as a rabbit—is self-evident.

"Whoosh! Zzz!"

A black Santana appeared on the horizon at the street corner as usual, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived. With a sudden stop, it came to a steady halt in front of Chen Shu.

"Brother Shu, I've never been to your house before. Take me up there next time, okay?"

Zhu Chaoran rolled down the car window and continued smugly, "You must have stayed up all night last night! Even if your skin is a little darker, it can't hide your incredibly dark circles!"

As expected of that fatso, his very first words upon meeting Chen Shu made his originally upright posture sway precariously.

"Fatty! Can't you focus on something useful? Park the car properly and get out." He glanced at the golf cart and continued, "We're in a hurry, we're changing cars today."

Zhu Chaoran was a little confused. He usually clamored to drive Chen Shu's modified Volkswagen Golf, but Chen Shu never agreed. Why was he like this…?

Hmm! The Santana is the institute's official car, probably because they didn't want to implicate the instructor... In an instant, Zhu Chaoran understood everything.

"Yay! That's awesome, Brother Shu!"

He grinned widely, his round face beaming with joy. He responded to Chen Shu's words with a chorus of "yes," and then stepped on the gas, drifting to a stop in front of the Volkswagen.

As soon as the Santana came to a stop, he sped to the Golf, shouting anxiously, "Brother Shu! Open the door! Car keys!"

It's still as unreliable as ever... Chen Shu shook his head, smiled, and tossed the car keys over.

"Crack!"

Zhu Chaoran took the car keys, opened the door and got in, without wasting a second.

As a car enthusiast, he was like someone who had found a treasure. He sat in the driver's seat and began to touch and look at the objects inside the car.

Chen Shu walked around to the passenger side door, opened it, jumped into the seat, and patiently waited for Zhu Chaoran to fiddle with the car for a while before speaking:

"Fatty, let's go! We're heading to the highway patrol now. I've found the kidnappers' license plate."

"Oh, you found the license plate? Haha, I knew it! Brother Shu calling me in the middle of the night must mean something good!"

Once the topic shifted to something familiar to Zhu Chaoran, he seemed to return to normal, and his talkative nature returned:

"Hehe, I've never seen a pig run, but I've eaten pork. A Volkswagen Golf doesn't look like this. Brother Shu, you really went all out with this modification."

Chen Shu looked at Zhu Chaoran, who was acting so startled and was still preoccupied with these trivial matters, and felt both amused and exasperated.

"Don't worry about that. Just drive like a normal car, as long as you don't floor the accelerator."

"What will happen if I step on it to the bottom?" Zhu Chaoran asked in a low voice, his usual cautiousness completely out of character.

"It can fly!" Seeing Zhu Chaoran still hesitating, Chen Shu was furious. He picked up the folder in his hand, slapped it on Zhu Chaoran's shoulder, and said in a low voice:

"Let's go!"

"...Brother Shu, I'm sorry, I was so shocked just now, I haven't recovered yet, I forgot to tell you." Suddenly, Zhu Chaoran's expression changed. Looking at Chen Shu's serious face, he stammered as if he were constipated:

"Brother Shu, we're on duty today..."

Zhu Chaoran spoke slowly, word by word, as if each word he uttered was a branding iron weighing a hundred pounds, slamming hard into Chen Shu's chest.

"..."

"..."

The two grown men sat in the car, staring at each other in silence.

"Sigh, let's go back to the station." In the end, Chen Shu broke the deadlock, lowered his eyelids, and waved his hand weakly.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Chaoran immediately turned the steering wheel, slightly pressed the accelerator, and the car swerved in a beautiful semi-circle. Just as the front of the car was straightened, he slammed on the accelerator.

The car took off at an extremely fast pace and then sped away.

"Holy shit!" "Damn it!"

"Fatty! Didn't I tell you not to floor the gas pedal?!"

"Hehe, Brother Shu. You shouldn't have mentioned it, because once you did, I started thinking about it and wasn't paying attention to where I was going...!"

"You didn't notice? You're paying too much attention!!"